I Died A Year Ago (I'm a zombie now) | This is my story
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Hello, everybody. My name’s Stacy, I’m 17 years old, and I’m a walking corpse. I died a year ago and it all started like this.
Growing up, my mom and dad weren’t really there. They were working day and night. They’d come back from work and then just do a quick check-up on me, and that’s it. But I had an amazing relationship with my grandma. She meant the world to me. She was living with us, and every time I’d come back from school, we’d play Scrabble and she’d tell these amazing stories about her life. I remember that one evening, she was telling me about the time that she ran away from home with a sailor, and she nearly hopped on the boat with him to travel around the world. “He had so much passion in his eyes. That’s when you know a person’s gonna have a great life. You will have one, too.” Those were the last words she ever said to me, ‘cause the next morning, I woke up near her and found her dead. Her hands were cold, she was white. I was crushed. It was the only person that I really loved in the whole world and she was gone. I think that’s when it all started. I felt something in my mind click, grabbed my car keys and decided that I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna travel the world. I’m gonna escape this shithole. I drove fast, my eyes filled with tears and my heart beating SO fast. I didn’t know what direction I was going in, maybe that’s why I made a sudden turn. The last thing I heard was a loud car signal, then white noise and darkness filled the atmosphere and I was gone. But the true nightmare had just begun.
I heard loud shouting, screaming and arguing around me. I opened my eyes and I was in a hospital bed. I didn’t really feel anything, I felt numb. Everything around me seemed fake. Like it was a movie with horrible acting. My mom turned to me and said “Are you stupid? What were you thinking?” She kept shouting and shouting. I’m pretty sure I heard words such as “disgrace” and “disappointment” in the mix. I saw a doctor in a blur, checking my vision. “A minor head injury. She’ll be fine,” he said. I was let out of the hospital the next day. I went to my room, but nothing felt right. I didn’t belong there anymore. As soon as my parents went to work, I decided to walk around the city. That’s when I came across this one place that actually felt like home - a cemetery. I was walking around, from tombstone to tombstone when I saw… My name! I kept looking at it, rubbing my eyes, double-checking but it looked real. It was my tombstone. I AM DEAD! This made so much sense - why everything didn’t seem real, why I didn’t feel anything, why my body didn’t feel like mine. After this realization, everything changed.
First of all, I stopped eating, because I didn’t need any sustenance anymore. I didn’t go to school, because I didn’t see the point. You don’t think there are colleges and universities in the afterlife, do you? There are no consequences here. After a week or so, when I was hanging around in the cemetery, my best friend Daisy kept calling me. I finally picked up. “Where are you? We haven’t seen you in weeks!” Her voice annoyed me, so I just said, “I’ve slept with your boyfriend” to get her off my back, and hung up. From that point, she stopped calling me. All of my friends stopped. But I still had to suffer my parents.
At first, when they heard about me not going to school, they grounded me, then took my phone, my money, my computer. They were going crazy, but if this is really my after-life, what does it matter? The only thing I was really sad about was my grandma. I kept thinking - why can’t I see her? If we’re both dead, why is she not here? So, I decided to spend the night in the cemetery...
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